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If you're familiar with Colorado, you probably know it for its world-class skiing. Aspen, Vail, Telluride (or if you're a local, Copper Mountain, Winter Park, and the struggling parent's favorite, Eldora). Which naturally leads people to think of Colorado as two things: mountains and snow.

Truth be told, nearly a third of the state is mountainous and the mountains have snow. (Which is good news for the rest of the country, because otherwise you wouldn't have potable water, babies!)  But the areas where the actual day-to-day people live--Denver, Colorado Springs, all the way northwest to my home town, Boulder--most commonly experience little more than occasional dustings. What we get is sun, 300+ days a year of brilliantly clear skies that make Waikiki look positively gloomy by comparison. As evidence, I submit this image that I shot a few feet beyond my backyard just a few days ago.

So when you hear tales of Colorado's highways and airports shutting down on account of snow, you're witnessing a rare occurrence: a deluge of snow hitting the Front Range. So rare that out of the handful of big Front Range snowstorms since the year 2000, I (a full-time resident of my beloved state) have experienced exactly zero of them. For whatever reason, I've always been on the road.

Today was the first exception. Read more » 

All right my friends,

Wow.

First, Colleen has gone on record saying she wants me to stop talking about people wetting themselves. Between the penis thing and the-stuff-that-comes-out-the-penis thing, she's over it. Admittedly, it's all enormously juvenile. But, come on, boys are juvenile by definition. So I'm kinda on the fence on this one. (Which is painful.)

Second, news flash: I chose my winner(s). And because, quite honestly, the tips were so Wet-Ur-Self great, I had to come up with a criteria. What tip(s) surprised me? Not was it/they any good, not was/were it/them 100% accurate, but which one(s) did I not know? Read more »